She giggles, looking back up at me and rolling her eyes. “I mean it,” I tell her solemnly, propping up on my elbows. “You could get away with alotof questionable acts and probably even a fair bit of crime with those things as your defense.”
She laughs more, pushes me back, makes me lay down all the way again, and this time I move just my head and neck to watch her progress down my body. She yanks at my pants, struggles for a minute, but gets them off me.
My dick is straining against my dark boxer briefs, and the moment of truth is here. I don’t think she’ll run away screaming, hopefully I can just keep making her scream, but I have my insecurities just like she does. She doesn’t let me stay in my head about it a second more, making me feel like something between a king and a god with the way her eyes darken at her first sight of me.
She pulls my underwear down, slides them off without even looking, because her eyes are solely focused on my cock. She licks her lips, and it’s either an absentminded motion, genuinely full of the desire I can see all over her face, or she’s the most brilliant manipulator I’ve ever met, becausefuck, do I believe that look. My dick twitches at the sight, and she lets out some noise that makes him wish he were buried in the source of it.
“Damn,” she breathes out, and a surge of some powerful emotion rushes through me. Affection, maybe? Appreciation? Something like that, not important. What’s important is the way she wraps one of those hands around my length, watches it closely as she starts to stroke me. My head falls back, hitting the bed, and it’s all I can do to soak in the pleasure, the feel of her skin on mine. I miss the visual that goes with it, though, so I force my head to cooperate, hold itself up while I watch her get to know all of me. Her head comes forward, eyes on my dick at first, but when her tongue comes out to lick the tip, taste the bead of precum there, those eyes land on mine.
The sight of her, with me in her hand, at the entrance of her mouth—tongue and eyes both on me—I could blow right here and now. I pray that I don’t. A facial probably isn’t the way to start the physical side of our relationship.
She makes this sound like she loves the way I taste, like she’s in a fucking soup commercial, and it’s gonna be the death of me, I feel it in my balls already.
Her mouth closes around the head of my dick, she presses the top of her fist that’s still wrapped around me into her mouth, finger to lip, connecting the two, and starts sliding up and down my shaft.
That mouth, that tongue, feels better than I remember head feeling. Probably just because it’s been so fucking long, but I dunno, might just be her.
That suction she’s using, the way she works what’s left of my shaft with her hand, pumping me as she bobs back and forth on me, holy fuck. She’s doing this kind of massage with her tongue as she goes up and down, andholy mother fuck, this must be what a threesome feels like. Hands and mouths and tongues everywhere all at once, brain can’t even make sense of who’s doing what, it just feels like fucking heaven on earth.
I’m trying, I really fucking am, but when you’ve been stroking it nightly to the thought of something, and then it turns out to be even better than you’d thought it would be…it’s hard. And yes, that’s a double entendre. Still got enough of my wits to make jokes, but prolly not for long with the way her tongue is doing thatthingon the downstroke, oh God.
I can still taste her in my mouth as I feelhermouth on my cock, and my own release is barreling into me too fast to slow it down or stop it. I lock my eyes with hers, try to tell her with them I’m sorry this is going to be over so fast, that I wish we could do this all fucking night, but words aren’t coming to me and I dunno if she can read my mind, thinking she must be able to with every twist and flick of her wrist, her tongue, those lips; maybe she’s a sorceress, and maybe all her powers are being tapped out as she wrings me out. So instead, I just vow to show her how into her I am with my own mouth after I can process literally anything other than how perfect she feels around me once again.
“Ah, fuck,” is what I manage. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She mumbles something against my skin, but her mouth is full of my cock, and I can’t make out the words, just the sensation of the vibration, the lust I can taste on her from here.
This girl is so fucking worth every ounce of effort I’ve had to put in to win her over, keep this secret between us. I’m gonna make sure she feels the same way, every chance I get.
One hand behind my head, the other buried in her hair, feeling her bounce up and down on me, and I’m done for. “Ellie,” I groan. “Coming.”
She gives me another of thosemmmsounds, and I take that as the green light to spill in her mouth, all over her tongue. My orgasm races up my spine, through my balls, and up my cock, pouring out of me in waves of uncontrollable pleasure that she sucks down like it’s her fucking job, her goddamn life’s work.
I lose track of time and space, not sure of anything for a minute as I know nothing but bliss, the contentment of coming inside of her, and slowly return to Earth. When I come to, eyes functioning again, it’s to find her laying next to me, watching me tentatively, like she doesn’t know she could retire within the year if she offered that mouth for money.
I’d say I don’t know what she’s doing spending her life marketing other businesses when she’s got the greatest gift on this entire fucking planet right there, but one, I don’t want to share her, any of her, and two, to be fair, she’s also great at what she does in her day job.
“Holy fuck,” I tell her, bringing a hand to the back of her head, pulling her face forward so I can steal a kiss from her.
“Yeah?” she asks shyly.
“Fuckingyeah,” I tell her, nodding my head emphatically. “Best head of my life, hands down.”
She tucks her head into my chest, shaking it a little. She’s gonna have to get over this shy thing, I’m not gonna give her any time to be shy; she’s gonna be too busy on her back, full of my cock, and screaming for more as soon as fucking possible.
I run my hand over the back of her head, gently brushing the hair that’s hanging there, chuckling, in fuckingaweof this chick.
“So,” I start off. “Have we solved the riddle of whether or not you can have ‘good’ orgasms?” I ask her. “Or should we keep experimenting, find out with total certainty?”
She looks up at me, chin resting on the back of her hand, on top of my chest, a glint in her eyes.
“Early results are looking promising, but perhaps we should do some split testing until we have conclusive evidence?”
I’ll run as many tests as she fucking wants until she’s positive I can get her where she wants to be every single time, no matter the other factors in play.
“Think my COO’s onto something here,” I tell her, pressing gently on her shoulder until she’s rolled over on her back, moaning for me again as my lips are making their way back down her body, and I’m just following her orders: keep that evidence coming.
TWENTY-EIGHT
